The Storyman

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It started out he sent her one. Curious she began to read. Line after line she could feel herself being pulled into the story more. Word by word her body began to react. The story thrilled her and took her to a place that was daring and sensual at the same time. She closed her eyes, just opening them enough to read the next line, then closed them again imaging herself inside the story. Her pussy becoming moist, as she gets into it deeper. Every touch, every stroke, and every lash she feels with her mind. Slowly she begins to drift away and she is completely there. Her left hand has moved down in-between her legs. She rubs her clit slowly, she reads on. Her right hand squeezing her breast hard only stopping long enough to scroll down the page. She rubs faster the story getting more intense, her body giving in to it. Her mind lost in another world, his world. She moans deeply unable to control herself any longer. She cums hard releasing everything that's been pent up inside. She lies back in her chair, staring at the story. God it was so perfect, she thinks to herself. He hit places she herself wouldn't dare, and it drove her over the edge, something not easy to do with her. She wanted more. She had to write him back and beg for another.
A few days later there it was, her heart leaped for joy. She opened it in anticipation, her pussy wet even before she begins to read. This story is totally different from the first and yet it pulls her into it just as fast as the time before. Once again she closes her eyes to just slits, imaging. This time the roles different and even though she has never seen herself this way she finds it thrills her to imagine herself in this way. Her body wiggles against her clothes, she feels so restricted. Quickly she removes her jeans, not wanting to lose this feeling. She reads some more, falling deeper and deeper into the role with each sentence. His timing so perfect, every line sending her further. She screams this time as she explodes with such a force that she is shaking everywhere afterwards. She reclines back trying to catch her breath. Somehow he's found a way into her mind with his words. And each story her orgasms become more intense. She writes him again pleading for yet another. Will he send it? Every day she checks waiting for another, to take her away. To make her experience more of the world his stories weave, Worlds her body and mind secretly dreams of.
She waits...........................................................................